Augustine walked out of the dense forest and took a few deep breaths. The deep conversation had made him feel very uncomfortable. He did not like dealing with dark warlocks like Makhu Redd, as they gave an oppressing air to him.
As he thought about it, his eyes narrowed. "That Makhu Redd never mentioned before that lives would have to be sacrificed in order to summon a magic formation that is fatal to the Giant Dragon."
"He deserves to die. He is asking me to send my soldiers to their deaths?" Augustine's thoughts had caused his face to turn gloomy.
Even though he did not originate from Iron Dukedom, right now, these people were his soldiers. They were under his leadership. He would definitely not allow them to die for nothing.
Even if it was to slay the dragon, he would not kill the goose that laid the golden eggs.
